album cover
Epitaph
442
W trasie
Alternative
Utwór Epitaph został wydany 26 lipca 2024 przez Jagjaguwar jako część albumu Red Mile
album cover
Data wydania26 lipca 2024
WytwórniaJagjaguwar
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM113

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crack Cloud
Crack Cloud
Performer
Zach Choy
Zach Choy
Vocals
Aleem Khan
Aleem Khan
Electric Guitar
Bryce Cloghesy
Bryce Cloghesy
Piano
Isabelle Anderson
Isabelle Anderson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Allen
Jacob Allen
Composer
Cameron Dawson
Cameron Dawson
Composer
Luke Bower
Luke Bower
Lyrics
Zachary Choy
Zachary Choy
Songwriter
Zach Choy
Zach Choy
Arranger
Bryce Cloghesy
Bryce Cloghesy
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crack Cloud
Crack Cloud
Producer
Daniel Schlett
Daniel Schlett
Mixing Engineer
Greg Kalbi
Greg Kalbi
Mastering Engineer
Aidan Pontarini
Aidan Pontarini
Cover Art
Military Genius
Military Genius
Engineer
Eric Cinnamon
Eric Cinnamon
Engineer
Zach Choy
Zach Choy
Engineer
Aleem Khan
Aleem Khan
Engineer
SYD KEMP
SYD KEMP
Engineer
Jonathan Paul Stewart
Jonathan Paul Stewart
Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
Writing with some vague intent
Like pulling hair out of cement
Straining through the day's lament
What do I need to say?
Why do I have to say it?
Parables and prophecies
Odes and tomes and poetry
Another jaded century
What do I need to say?
Why do I have to say it?
[Verse 1]
2100 BC on a piece of fucking stone
Flash to 21st century and I'm so fucking stoned
There is lore about the shores of the dead sea scrolls
Fragmented texts but I'm so fragmented I just keep scrolling
Rolling off of the tip of my tongue
Pretentious pedantry timed to the beat of the drum, bup-pup-pup
[Verse 2]
Write from experience, honour whats inside
But my memory's erratic so a lot is falsified
Fossilized but still alive, so many voices from the past
Words that echo of the present aren't meant to outlast
[Verse 3]
No longevity in words especially when they are facts
They merely serve the fickle fiction for this soft white track
Epitaph- for the last – tortured writer on the planet
Here lies Young Werther who died drowsily on Xanax
Overdose on thinking, yeah, a casualty of art
Fountain of Bellagio beating in my heart
[Chorus]
Imagine that there's no final act
Just adaptations of perpetual mass
How climactic could it possibly be
A thousand plateaus that we cannot see
For every instance there is a blind
That permeates into one of a kind
Splinter-splinter, time is not intact
And the world is independent of all facts
[Refrain]
Why can't I say what's on my mind?
Why are the words so hard to find?
I have no mouth and I must scream
Tower of Babel in my dreams
[Refrain]
Why can't I say what's on my mind?
Why are the words so hard to find?
I have no mouth and I must scream
Tower of Babel in my dreams
[Outro]
Writing with some vague intent
Like pulling hair out of cement
Straining through the day's lament
What do I need to say?
Why do I have to say it?
Written by: Cameron Dawson, Jacob Allen, Luke Bower, Zachary Choy
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